He immediately tensed in reaction to the door opening, slowly turning to face it. His eyes landed on Vlad first, before looking over the four soldiers behind him, before back to Vlad. He found it to be nearly impossible to not fight back. It seemed to be ingrained in his brain, he had the feeling before the experience, but now it was inhanced, and nearly instinct. He them slowly answered," you know what will end up happening either way I answer." He couldn't help but violently protect himself. He suddenly let's out a low growl," the chicken deserves to die though." He knew Zaen wasn't a chicken, but he liked the nickname.